Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

Sabrina’s art is reduced to ashes in the fire place. It is her goal to be a great artist but her stepmother burns down all her art supplies few days after her father’s death. While she is still in shock and in tears because of what she had lost, her stepmother, Wendy snatches her family heirloom,the necklace which is the only thing left from her family. And she is pushed out and given to Luciano King,the infamous mafia billionaire who takes her as his slave. On the other hand, Luciano deals with the misconduct of the current nanny, Eloisa, who spanked his nephew, Noah. Furious at Eloisa's actions, Luciano fires her immediately, after shooting at her hand making it clear that he has zero tolerance for anyone harming his family. He contacts the Goodwill Agency to send new nanny candidates to his mansion for interviews but Noah doesn’t like any of them. Luciano’s five year old nephew,Noah whom he takes care of as his son suddenly starts throwing a tantrum. Luciano then remembers he hadn’t claimed his property,Sabrina Martinez who was the daughter of Richard Martinez whom he killed. They had an agreement that if he was unable to fulfil his part,he would be killed and his daughter would be taken as his slave.

I searched for her for years. I never thought I’d find her broken.” After years of waiting for the Moon Goddess to bless him, Alpha Kaelen finally scents his mate the moment he returns to his pack. But the scent is wrong laced with the presence of his beta. His wolf surges forward, wild with possession, until the truth unravels: She is not just his fated mate. She is his second chance. Rejected once by another alpha, she has been running for her life… until his beta found her and gave her shelter. Kaelen doesn’t care about the past. She’s his now. And he’ll fight anyone her fears, her walls, and even the Goddess herself to keep her. Because second chances aren’t given. They’re taken.

How far would you go to get out of poverty? Anna Moyo never thought that she would be the type to get a sugar daddy until she’s pushed to her last straw. But is she ready for the world that she’s about to enter?

"You may be mine, but I am not yours." Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside. "I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.” But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you. __________ Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her. She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers. But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close. What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts. Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not. In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise. __________ Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.

“This place is huge. Don't you ever get lonely?" “I do,” he grinned. “That's why I can't wait for you to marry me and move in.” I laughed, shaking my head. "You're crazy.” “Crazy about you and I don't even know why.” *** She wants a green card. He wants revenge. But it seems they'll get more than they bargained for.

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

"I will not be your mistress." She spoke, whispering, with her mouth a sigh away from his. He swallowed hard and nodded, agreeing with her even as he closed the distance between them, kissing her to madness, leaving nothing to sanity. Bethany Fitzgerald hated the very idea of marriage and stood against it with everything she was. Charles de Norcrosse had to marry the insufferable Lady Cossington, for it was the will of his late father and he must abide by it. But when fate moved in favour of the Duke of Carlisle and the daughter of an impoverished Land Baron, very little can be done to fight against it.

Sarah is faced with divorce after the affair of her husband and stepsister came into light. What is supposed to be a peaceful decision becomes a fight for survival. Surprisingly she is offered a hand by her ex-husband enemy, hurt from her ex-husband and sister’s affair, her son’s death and how she was discarded like she was nothing she takes his hand. Caleb plans to use her only to achieve his goal, there’s nothing more than he wanted than the ruin of Desmond Hariet but falling for his ex-wife wasn’t part of the plan. When Desmond happens to return to his senses and wants his wife back, Caleb is not so sure he can give her back.

Russia, the only place where sex and guns could ever taste so sweet—my exact nightmare. The only thing I’m here for is to grind my body over shady politicians for my father’s schemes. I’d be more than willing to do so if it meant I’d pull my mother and myself out of his chains and start a new life. I was so close, so damn close—until he came . . . very much unannounced. Konstantin Morozov, the man I am going to be married off to. Russia’s ruthless beast— earning his crown with bloodied hands. With this, I only had to face two challenges: infiltrate his notorious business as per father’s order and divorce him when the time is right. But dealing with a husband who has a Morozov as his last name was never easy, especially with a gun pointed at my head, and those rough, cruel hands wrapped around my heart. I wonder which blows up first?

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. My wolf recognizes him as my mate too. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?